D.TALES

Have you ever wondered why college is so much harder than highschool?

...cause i have.

Why is it that the standard education process aka high school does absolutely nothing to prepare you for college? in high school i can honestly say i never had to try. i never studied for hours, i never made note cards, i never napped from the fatigue of learning. 5 paragraph themes are pointless. college hates 5 paragraph themes. APA format never existed in highschool. i never had to conduct lab research and make appointments with grad students to do it either. i was never required to rewrite papers. papers were never graded with Checks, check pluses and check minuses. and never once did i have to depend on my test grades to keep a good grade...it was usually the exact opposite. i always depended on the creative projects....thats where i excel. I SUCK AT TESTS. and now im paying the price.

College is hard my friends. so for those of you how arent yet there. wake up. work for it. because soon enough youll be just like me .... scrambling to get assignments in on time, to get all the points i can, staying up until 4 just to get it just right and realizing that most of the time...the time you spend on it all, isn't quite enough.

And so here i am ... in the study lounge, doing just that. writing 2 of the 3 papers due this week, on top of emailing professors to clarify assignments, all the while trying not to drown in the idea that i still have to blog for cyberspace and society, study for my psych exam on friday, make my 11:15 research appointment tomorrow ... but first wake up at 7 to workout and go to gender in america to discuss nothing, and psych 1061. ...plus cheerleading aka practice tomorrow night until 10, and a game on thursday until like 11.

did i mention im going to PSU this weekend too? and sell joe corbis to raise money for Daytona nationals? .... yea my life is one great big mess.

anyway. enough whining. my life may be the definition of shitty, but i do love it. yes, college is hard, but it makes for some GREAT stories.

this past weekend was noteably halloween. i am proud to say i have fully reembraced the weekend. i went out on thursday scantily clad in my censored costume, i made friends with some cops, i went out on friday all dolled up as snow white, i got my drank on and danced my tush off. i went to annapolis maryland on saturday to cheer on TU football. WE WON <3>

it was a top weekend to say the least, only soon to end with monday rollin around....bringing 8am workouts outside and boring gender in america discussions along with it.

i swear to you Alex my demon trainer is my sworn enemy. so i wake up on monday, feeling dapper and bright eyed thanks to a good nights sleep and day light savings giving me an extra hour :) i bundle up in my favorite old gymnastics long sleeve tee, my addidas knee length running pants, my cute little black and pink sneaks and my token cheer fleece. i didnt look good...but i was ready to workout haha. i roll up to mcgonigal at 7.53 ... almost late, but not lucky enough to miss the group heading out to the practice turf. fml. we do a round of suicides, kareokes, ground balls, more sprints, some relays and then after just as im about to die from the cold air buring my lungs, my nose running, and my heart beating out of my chest, he says its time to walk back inside to the 85 degree gym to lift and do some abs.

i better look like a goddamn victorias secret model by the end of these workouts. if i bulk up i WILL be pissed hahaha.

okay so after workouts i got to class. YUCK. but i got an A on my midterm GIA paper which was great...but got assigned another paper due friday. double yuck. after that i come home...nap...get cute for my 2 o'clock and then meet D at the Sac for our weekly 3 o'clock cinnamon sugar bagel, loaded chicken salad and gossip date. so great :)

mondays are aweome. no practice. lots of food, easy on the classes and this weeks first world series enstallment...we won 3-2 yanks so far. fingers crossed for my city <3>

okay so tuesday....today. slept in until 11:50 ...but woke up at 10 to a dysfunctional screaming african american couple dukin it out outside white hall. im on the 4th floor mind you. i swear to you my subconscious sleepy self wouldn't have been surprised to hear gun shots. the wife seemed all to eager to bust a cap in her mans ass. and to make matters worse they set their offspring off in a fit of obnoxious crying...it was either their kids, the neighbors, or a dumped orphan in a trashcan. welcome to diamond and Susquehanna my friends.

after that i went back to sleep reawoke at 12 and set to work on sparknoting todays english reading in the Awakening...only because i hadn't yet bought the book ... hhaha oops. but it did its job, i led the class discussion pretty well and Robert K seemed to appreciate it. oh and i made sure to buy the book so that got taken care of too. but before the class starts i get emails regarding psych research and classroom switches. for like the 4th time. since my psych exam is friday im required to have 5 credits of research completed by then. this morning i only had 3.5. eeeep! so i banged one out for .5 creds online, and then signed up for one tomorrow at 11.15. go me! i move on to the next email. room change for english. in a diff building. there was nothing wrong with our first room. i still dont get it.

whatevs.

so i go to english. find my room. go to bathroom while waiting for Robert K. come back to class, let the girl next to me copy my mile long notes from last class and wait for it to start. 4 minutes have passed. THE FIRE ALARM GOES OFF. im jacketless. its windy as fuck. i felt like oedipus rex when hes on one of his many journeys to all those crazy islands and the wind gods fuck him up. yea that bad. so 25 minutes latter we're allowed back inside. we start class..i rock the convo. go me. afterwards i race to the sac grab my weekly BK installment of chicken tenders and fries and trek back to white hall. D had her boy N over...so great. some random creep from one of her classes fbook chats her...all creepy. making zero good conversation. we decide to fuck with him and tell him she has an overprotective black boyfriend Omar. no prejudice...it was just so funny because this kid is a scrawny ginge. poor thing got so awkward SO quick. never had a chance. and the cheating bastard has a gf. not okay.

after 2 hours of laughin and pointless discussion i gear up for practice. go to mcgonigal and find out that practice was canceled. wtf . hahah bittersweet. i go back home. change and now im here. in the study lounge for the first time. i tried to write my paper i really did. but instead i decided this was better. hahaha fml. alright ive given away way to much already. tchao for now friends!!!